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Born into this world |
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With all of its complexity |
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The strings of life intertwined |
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Into braids twisted around my head |
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Like wriggling snakes of confusion |
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How I first thought things were |
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Later I realized it was not |
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What I once in my youth had been taught |
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From deep within me |
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Grows a desperate need for help |
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I'm trying to put into words |
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My innermost scream |
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From high above a mighty voice |
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Cuts through my darkened sky |
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Rebuking the winds, bidding my |
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Roaring waves to be still |
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I am the Way, the Truth |
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And the Life |
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No one comes to the Father |
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Except through me |
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You looked for guidance, I am the Way |
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You asked for answers, I am the Truth |
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You longed for meaning, I am the Life |
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And the Father is the goal |
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(For) your journey into afterlife |
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Leaving my childhood |
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My journey begins |
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With my ship I'm forced to set sail |
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On a sea of swirling chaos |
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Of thoughts and feelings |
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An amorphous mess of sadness |
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Of regrets and anxieties |
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On an ocean of emotions |
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Driven forth by stormy winds |
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That tears my sails asunder |
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Who can guide me through |
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This raging storm |
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From high above a mighty voice |
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Cuts through my darkened sky |
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Rebuking the winds, bidding my |
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Roaring waves to be still |
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I am the Way, the Truth |
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And the Life |
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No one comes to the father |
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Except through me |
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You looked for guidance, I am the Way |
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You asked for answers, I am the Truth |
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You longed for meaning, I am the Life |
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And the father is the goal |
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(For) your journey into afterlife |
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When I was a child |
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I talked like a child |
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I thought like a child |
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I reasoned like a child |
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When I became a man |
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I put childish ways behind |
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Now we see a poor reflection |
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As in a mirror |
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Then we shall see |
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Face to face, now I know |
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In part, then I shall know |
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Fully, even as I am fully known |